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Sign up Log in BackInfoAdd to libraryInfo Navigated to -Chapter 20- | The White Wolf | Quotev Something was wrong. My bed seemed different. Warmth encircled me and the welcoming scent of the ocean woke me from my slumber. I was in Justin's room. I looked over realizing we had both moved to the middle of the bed causing me to be a few inches away from him. Justin's hair was a mess sticking up every which way, though mine was probably worse.

“I know! I know! I promised I wouldn't cry today. But you can't blame me. Mother is outside preparing for a grand party for Angus and I am stuck here with you and a rotten pizza on my carpet, No offense, Lala.” I rubbed her gently on her branch and she tightened her grip. “I wish she could love me”. Just then “Numb little bug” by Em beihold began to play. I began to sing to it, draining in every single beat and lyric. “Lala, if you can help me arrange my room. I promise to not let anything ruin my day”. The tree shrugged and in a way, grimaced. “Oh come on! It sounds fair to me. Okay! I'll give you fresh manure and nice trimming later”.

Somewhere in the night, overhead, August heard the squawk of a bird, a crow perhaps, maybe two. “You want to know?” The man wailed. “I will tell you! I will tell you all!” August listened to the man’s words as he spoke so furiously, spittle flew from between cracked lips in Latin. Rufus had fallen asleep at the feet of the opposite side of the tree, but awoke and joined August as the Pict spewed the words. August stepped backwards, reeling when the man’s tale was concluded. The man on the cross started to laugh.

I said to myself looking at the books I kept the books inside the bags and now I was laying of my bed I connected my airpods to my iPhone and went on my playlist and now I was listening to one my favorite song of BTS No doubt they were amazing and I wanted to marry one of them . Which isn't possible It was now 7pm and it was the dinner time and I had no appetite for dinner so I decided to sleep I swapped myself under the blanket and took my teddy bear close to my heart and drifted to sleep

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Yawning, I take a drink of water from the night stand, before getting in bed and pulling up the covers. Just as I close my eyes, I hear a familiar scratching noise from the closet. Opening them, I bolt up in bed. Bubba, my fearless monster slayer is laying on the floor comatose, but he hears it too and jumps up. I notice that his ears are perked up and he cocks his head as he tries to hear something over by the closet.

If only he knew doctor Hemsworth is just saying that to make him happy. “Hmm.. well, then, continue to be a good boy and don’t run about ok!” He nods and lets out a yawn. “Can I lean more on you, I wanna sleep!” I nod and he leans more and closes his eyes. Few minutes later, he’s fallen asleep on me. I gently lay him on his bed and covers him with a blanket. I stare at his carefree face and smile…I wish he wasn’t so unlucky to have caught this disease. I lean down and kisses his cheek… don’t worry, Denzel.. I’ll work hard to save money for you…even if I have to sell myself!

did he just shoot Ivan ? Ivan immediately fell so I immediately caught him but he still fell to the floor. "IVAN !!!" My tears never stopped dripping and I just kept patting Ivan’s face. He was still breathing but his heart was beating slowly. "How can I be so l-lost? How Can I s-so be lonely? When I have a b-beautiful f-family When I have a beautiful soul. H-how could I be so unhappy when I'm s- surrounded by so much beauty? There is indeed so much to say. T-there is indeed chaos in life Stress certainly does not l-leave your side. There is c-chaos in things you do But there is night only for you When you can just lay and r-relax Calm down and take a deep breath. As you s-start with another

I held the champagne in my hand, and I lean on the door for minutes and drink the champagne, looking around the place and relaxing. “Okay honey, it’s time for us to relax in bathtub with warm water and candles” I smile and literally talk to the bottle of champagne in my hand. I’m about to go and shut the door, today is a nice day to bathe and me time with my Spotify playlist. One of them is Hayley Kiyoko – Sleepover. When I feel alone, I’ve always listened to that song, listening to music is the only way to keep me sane. But before that, I have no idea what happened to me because I blackout.

I'm quiet because I actually feel guilty about all of this, I feel like I would have been able to do something. “No, that's not it, mom. I'm not scared of the news, and I will not get any nightmares,” I say and mom smiles. “Goodnight honey!” mom says and I wave, “Goodnight mom,” I say. She flips my light switch off and darkness floods the entire room. I turn off my phone and now I'm in absolute darkness, the kind of darkness where I can't even tell whether I'm lying or standing. After a few seconds of counting sheep, I fade. into my subconscious, gradually.